𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗕𝗜𝗧 ➺ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

☆⋅⋆ ── the first poem

symphonies of devotion and comparisons to ugly fruits is the irony of you // the jackfruit

now playing . . .

i wanna see you smile ; aquilo
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
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you and jackfruit are alike.

rough exteriors, unpleasant exteriors. the bumps,
the ugliness the odors, the personalities.

the real ones flinch at you. they see you for your
flaws. they wince at the odor, and keep you within
arms reach. the real ones know the sweetness you
carry within you. but the odor has strengthened, and
they despise you for it.

i try to do the same. and i do do the same. i roll my
eyes at the thought of seeing you, and i too wince at
your odor. i try to ignore the potential sweetness
within you.

but, as i am a real one, i can't help myself. the sweetness
within you crosses my mind more than it should. i
admire you from afar. i catch myself emitting the
smallest of smiles when your green hue finds itself
into the corner of my eye.

i smile. your unpleasant odor doesn't cross my mind.
the possibility of you being sweet lingers in my head
for as long a cloud takes to shield me from the
excruciating sun.

but the sun peaks from the softness of the clouds. it's
rays, cut like a knife. i don't remember your odor, no. i
remember that you have found a haven within your
own. you don't find it in me. i remember that i am
supposed to despise you.

you and jackfruit are alike. i try to find the courage
within myself to endure the unpleasant odor of your
personality. i want to dig through your rough exterior.
the beat of your sweetness beats as fast as my heartbeat
as i desperately rip past your skin, praying to find the
sweetness that i've always known was in you.

but i don't have the courage.

i can't bother to do anything but smile when i see you
from afar. but i still smile, because i still believe in
your sweetness.

maybe one day, i will settle for a different fruit instead.